Won’t forget
Who in debt
Puts the food on my plate
Got me tech
To connect
Us together
It’s great
Like a state
Entered into
Ensuring its promises
Profits
Provisions
Protecting
Its provinces
Offices staffed
Bureaucratically stacked
With such cracks
In the surface
As terrorists backed

How to just
Keep it
Authentic
I’ve vented
To many
A night
Out of sight
I’ve attempted
To plead with
To reason
To grieve no more
Difference
To bridge
Ever-widening rifts
Across distance
But this is
The way
I must do it
To build
What more powerful men
Exact tolls
To be spilled
To be billed
For its use
Mine are few
And obtuse
All too weakling in nature
Too quick to the noose
Of emoting
End noting
And doting    
In passion
Though sharp is the tip
Of the spear
That I fashion

Was not my intent
Hadn’t yet known
What I’d regret
Just a stone’s throw
From my ethics
In retrospect
Wrecked the supposedly
Secular
Disconnect
Yet disaffected
Too many
Apostate
Deported,
Extorted,
Aborted
Across state
The spate of creation
Debates
Predicated
On property values
And prices
Inflated
And yet there are shortages,
Mortgages,
Outages
Power imbalances,
Palaces,
Malices
Too big to tax
From dark money to cash
All so [sic]lically
Writing me out of the past

Don’t let me go
Get me crazily talking  
About the impossible future
We’re walking
The path of the wayward souls
Reaper is stalking
The warmongers’ hordes
Are so liberally
Hawking
Incessantly squawking
Gets nothing
But old
Every tech exec’s
Former morality
Sold
So don’t shift me
So swiftly
Back to my opponent’s
Preferred
Most expedient truth
In the moment
For mine
Is in rhyme
Out of timeless
An omen
And showmen
Beholden
Invisible hands
Have all folded
Theirs filled
With supplies
My demands
To compliantly
Privately
Master the plans
The grand scheme of things’
Theory strings’
Recognized
Brands
Come to shambles again
No more vaults to defend
No ignoble stock
Options
They’d have left to spend

Brain before the black face
Not so blameless
All the same
We’re misappropriating
Disparate
From mispronouncing names
Containing all the weight
Of connotations
Can’t concede
Success
Is predeterminate  
From birth
Is indiscriminately
Less
Than nothing’s worth
Caricaturing
A skin difference
As indifference
But forgive me
If my generation’s trauma
Doesn’t fit this
Foot the bill
For their transgressions
Class dividing
Greedy wretches
Old as gold
Still coins the
Bits and pieces
Of our
Great Depression

Initials in squiggles
Across the concrete
Not a weekend goes by
I’m not grinding
The street
Right beside me
The beach
Could be cares atop cares
Atop cares
But I keep
With sanguinity
Gleaming
No nightmarish woe
Stems the flow
Of my dreaming
My highly unstable
Imbalanced
Reordering
Chaos
And lawlessness
Madness is bordering
Verging
On dare I say
Peace
All too simply
Or balk at the notion
Someone could convince me
This isn’t my tide,
Wave to ride
But ambition
That power I seek
Isn’t found to me
Different

Yet therein still
Moments
Still haunting me
Omens
At home in
So close to you
Long have I known this
Was really the place
In deep space
We embrace
Imitating
The imminent
Dissonant
State
In which solely
My Roman
Ancestry
Unconquered
Expanding its reach
Until city streets
Wander